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I noticed our daughter wearing her red poppy, likewise my wife had one. And its November 11. And even though the sun is brightly shining....there is a certain peace and quiet.
There was somewhere in Afghanistan - a young man in his twenties with a crumbled love note in his pocket, the young man was at the side of the road, word was out about an ambush, most of his his fellow soldiers had perished. He was alone, for a few moments, taking a crumpled note out of his pocket. His sweetheart had written this before his leaving Canada, to serve his country, to do his part in this horrific battle that never seems to end...and he briefly wiped the tears from his eyes, reached into another pocket to hold and pray with a picture of his Mom and Dad who shed tears when he left home. They knew his mission was dangerous. They were prepared. And yet they were not prepared. The salute. The uniform that looked so grand. The youthful smile. Holding his sweetheart for a few precious moments. The lift-off and flight overseas. The training. The sometimes happy moments with other soldiers.
And now, just before that explosion he sat far away and alone and then was taken on a journey. And the sky was crying. And although the sun shone, there was a certain sorrow, as there is this November 11, this very very special day for the unknown soldier - this REMEMBRANCE DAY.